Sandal
Strap Slicer
I’m the
dinosaur of the day
Thrash
metal’s what I play
Faster
beat than any other
Guitar
crash or crunch none louder
Time’s
moved on, I look around and shudder
Music’s
no longer stark and decisive
Pink and
blue’s no longer divisive
Good you
say, nay, it’s that which electrified the air
And
aesthetics reflects society’s dare
Religion
as usual seeing a demonic stare
Do
gooders rampant promoting what they declare as “fair’
Both
sides sewing destruction
So in the
club the music’s inane
But it’s generational
and I’m the odd insane
I don’t
recognize J-lo from Sweet ‘n Low
I’m the
counter culture wherever I go
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